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Title: You've Made Your Bed

Author: Zoe

Author's e-mail: [email protected]

Fandom: Enterprise

Pairing: Tucker/Reed

Rating: PG-13

Category: Slash

Sequel to: Snot Funny

Summary: Trip gets his punishment!

Archived to Reed's Armory on 07/01/2005.

Malcolm never let go of Trip's hand during the journey back to their quarters. Not even when other crewmembers wandered past, not even when said crewmembers made snide remarks, or even just laughed at the determined look on Malcolm's face and the rueful expression that was planted on Trip's.

"Malcolm, please let go of me. It's.well, it's embarrassing, dontcha think?"

"I'm not letting go of you, Trip, not until we reach our room. You'll take off and hide yourself deep in the bowels of this ship. And I refuse, after the day I've had, to run around looking for you. I don't care how daft you look."

"How daft I look? But."

"Shut up. Now." Malcolm turned and glared at the blond, who promptly shut up. Malcolm didn't get in these moods very often, but when he did, Trip knew he meant it. Silence accompanied them the rest of the way.

As they finally arrived, Malcolm opened the door and shoved Trip inside, locking it with his own private code. He was adamant Trip would get his punishment.

Finally, he let go of the man. Trip rubbed his arm - Malcolm had a strong grip and Trip was sure he'd have a bruise there tomorrow. Warily, he watched as his lover sized him up, his blue eyes serious.

"Now, I wonder what I can do with you, hmm? How about - no sex for a week? No. No, that wouldn't work - that would be punishing me too. All right, how about I make you do all the work?"

Trip's aqua eyes lit up, and the start of a small smile twitched on his lips. Which was soon removed when Malcolm continued. "No, you'd enjoy that too much. I know."

Malcolm rummaged in his bedside locker, and came up with what he wanted. Holding them up, the metal twinkled in the light, and Trip's heart sank. Deep down, he knew this would be the result.

"Ahh, I knew I'd kept these for a reason. Now lover, strip off and come and lay down on the bed."

Trip thought about pleading, but he knew it would get him absolutely nowhere. He recognised that determined shine in Malcolm's eyes. Heaving a sigh, he braced himself as he did what his lover had told him to, haphazardly throwing the clothes on the floor.

Positioning himself on the bed, he let Malcolm grab his wrists and clap the handcuffs on. His hands were then raised above his head and fastened to the metal wall.

"Comfortable, love?"

"I guess. Look," Trip felt it was time for one last plea, "I said I was sorry, didn't I? Do we really have to do this, darlin'?"

Malcolm held his chin as he thought about it for all of five seconds. An evil grin lit his face. "Oh yes, Trip. We do. Now, where did I put it?"

Malcolm searched the room, finally finding the item he wanted. Placing the blindfold on Trip's eyes, he was satisfied. As always, seeing his beloved in this very vulnerable position made Malcolm's heart swell with love. The fact that his lover trusted him implicitly gave him comfort and made him feel secure in the relationship. Never before had he loved and been loved by someone who made him feel this way.

Stripping off quickly, he found a last final item. And wielded it until Commander Trip Tucker, Enterprise's Chief Engineer, Jonathan Archer's best friend and bender of rules, had tears streaming down his face, begging for mercy.

Malcolm gave in; his friend had suffered enough, he believed. Releasing the blond from the handcuffs, he asked, "So Trip, you are never going to call me the bogieman again, are you?"

Trip grinned as he pulled the dark haired man down for a sensual kiss.

"Never. So long as you promise never to tell anyone how ticklish I am."

"Not even Captain Archer?"

"If you tell Jon, I'll tell him about the fetish for wearing blue silky see-through knickers you have!"

Malcolm reluctantly agreed. It just wouldn't do for his captain to find out that small detail. He kissed Trip back, and slowly the punishment turned into a night of pleasure for both of them.

~the end~